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Somebody residing on the International Date Line has visited my blog.

My dead blog seriously just became cooler.

Yo! Phoren Guy. Gracias!

Daydreamers

Here I am, still sitting alone, still staring at the empty pages, reading between the non-existent lines trying to make sense of all of this, this entire life. Tried to get everything right, didn't I? But nothing, nothing ever works out, nothing ever adds up.

I'm just so tired of everything slipping out of my fingers every time. Of having to check myself whether I made a mistake or not. Whether I'm making everyone feel good or not. Not for once does anyone ever stop to ask me whether I am doing okay or not. Whether I am comfortable or happy. Never.

I'm just tired of putting up with so much of everyone's garbage for the moment. Maybe it is time to let go, once and for all. For too long have I refused to feel like the victim, the absolute victim. But the darkness around the edges of the bed suggests maybe, just maybe I really am one.
[And yes, there's a reason why this is not up on the secret blog].

Oh, MoodCourtesy:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=girXRxJRdu4

Love Ballad to Oneself - Demise, Rebirth And Everything Encased Within

Probably, you see, a distant poetry,

Coming to life,

Approaching you,

And then passing by,

Leaving your peace

Destroyed,

With its lyrical promiscuity.

In the grays of the sky,
And the cracks lining the glass
On the window-panes,
You see how
Dispensable
You are, and have always been.

For you expected an ode
To be sung for you,
You expected the winds
To carry away your loneliness
And bring home to you,
A permanent sense

Of belonging.
You expected remembrance,
And you expected warmth.
But the skies are gray,
The glass is cracked,
And life is cold.

Colder than their eyes,
When they looked away.
Colder than the January
That renders you older,
Every time.
Renders you even closer
To the demise of hope.

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I speak of you,
And sing for you,
For I want you to know,
You are a part of me,
And I am a part of you.
This, a tale of rebirth,
This, a tale of Life, Death, And Everything
In Between.
There has been a summer, and a winter
Contained within Then and Now.
And as we inch towards another summer,
I know you secretly wonder,
Why I don’t smile anymore.

Everyday since Then,
Everyday since you left,
I have wished for the smile to return.
I have tried.
I have prayed.
But the erosion of my smile,
That your departure caused,
Now seems permanent.

Yes, Now, I am happier.
My smile is gone, but I am saner.
I wish You could live
This sanity too.
I wish You could smile
My smile,
And yours,
In the reassuring glow
Of my happiness.

2011 - Remembering Them

And this is for remembering all those that we lost in 2011. From those in Japan, to those in Sikkim, the victims of AMRI, and illegal liquor close home, those in Christchurch, Mumbai Bombings, those in Libya, all the casualties in the 'Arab Spring', to all those close to us that we lost- the brother, the mother, the friend, the uncle, the son, the father, the grandparents, the lover, the wife, the daughter, the acquaintance; and also all those stars of eternal glory - the actors, singers, entrepreneurs, sports stars. You shall all be remembered. 

2011

You can go to sleep crying and with a broken heart, You can wake up one morning to find yourself ugly and disfigured. You can break down every moment of everyday, You can see yourself transform into a huge burden of uselessness, You can curse yourself for being stupid, You can lose friends and their affection and never be able to figure out why they left you, you can torture yourself to give up on who you loved, but you can never STOP LOVING yourself, or give up on yourself. And there will always be some wonderful people around you to get you through life. This is what 2011 taught me. :)